Absentmindedly, his hand massaged further down her back, coming across to her shoulders and then down her side, brushing her breasts. She rolled sligh...ly and, even though he was now aware where his hands had moved, he indulged her and palmed her breast, squeezing it softly and then releasing. Her breathing began to quicken and when she let out a breathy moan he slapped her breast lightly in warning.She bit her lips as he continued, rolling her nipple between his fingers and plucking lightly.. ” The voice on the other end of the phone was familiar in all sorts of ways but older (it was nearly 15 years older) said, “Oh, OK. We’ll say nine-thirty. I’ll leave things to the crew tonight.” He was a journalist and ran the local paper. She’d given a story to one of his reporters earlier that day. She had met her at a cafe in town. “OK, see you then. Room thirty-four, just come straight up,” said Em brightly. She closed the call. She didn’t feel at all bright. Em ate the rest of her. You liked my shoes, you said as I leant over and slipped them off slowly, your eyes following my movement as my dress gaped to show a little cleavage. I hung my coat over the back of the chair and you got your first full look at my new dress, I could see that it pleased you, red, low cut, very short, with strategic black lack inserts. I was wearing stockings and with my legs crossed you could just see the tops, the gap between skirt, skin and stocking catching your eye, unable to look away. I'd. So she said ‘The secret is that this little slut fantasizes about her girlfriends eating her pussy…’ which I wasn’t surprised at the huge cheers that got ‘…which is soooo bad of her. I mean a girl shouldn’t be thinking about having another girl’s mouth on her cunt. Isn’t that so naughty of her?’ And I was like only a little shocked as I said ‘Brandon told her?’ To myself I mean. Not that I questioned his judgment cause it wasn’t like he had promised or something that he wouldn’t tell and he.